The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Regret Twisted Deep in His Chest

Axel’s gaze drifted back to Evelyn, his eyes dark and aching.

He memorized every detail of her face, afraid to look away, fearful that if he did, something would happen again.

Silence settled heavily around them.

Even Finley, who usually had something sharp or thoughtful to say, remained quiet.

Finley’s eyes were fixed on Evelyn, too, filled with an emotion far more complex than grief alone. Regret twisted deep in his chest, mingling with anger and self-blame.

If only he had let Axel attend the family gathering with Evelyn. This won’t happen.

Finley’s hands curled slowly into fists. He had lost his family once before. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing them again, not after finally finding her.

"I’m sorry, Eve, Axel..." Finley murmured, more to himself than anyone else, but loud enough to be heard.

Axel turned his head slightly. "It’s not your fault," he said quietly.

The words were gentle, but the cold restraint in his tone sent an involuntary shiver down Finley’s spine.

’Axel wasn’t angry at me...That was worse.’ Finley bitterly smiles.

They stood there together, separated from Evelyn by glass and silence, waiting for the moment they could finally reach her, hoping that when they did, she would open her eyes.

...

Axel didn’t stop David after he excused himself. He didn’t ask him to stay, knowing David had already done more than enough today.

Entrusting someone with Evelyn’s surgery and hospital arrangements, and ensuring everything ran smoothly amid the world’s chaos, was no small matter. Axel knew David had already done everything he could to help him, and he would remember it.

"I’ll come early tomorrow morning, man," David said, patting Axel’s shoulder. "Go rest for a bit! My sister-in-law will be upset if she sees you like this."

Axel simply smiled, unable to find words. He watched David leave before turning to Finley Morgan.

He expected Finley to leave as well.

He was wrong.

Finley followed him into the VIP room, his steps unhurried, his expression composed but unreadable.

The door closed softly behind them, sealing them into a quiet space that felt heavier than the hallway outside.

Axel understood immediately. Finley wasn’t here to rest.

He wanted answers.

They sat across from each other in the seating area, the soft lighting doing nothing to ease the tension.

Axel didn’t bother with pleasantries. "You can ask me anything," he said calmly. "I’ll explain."

Finley didn’t speak right away. His brows were furrowed, his gaze fixed on the floor as if the truth might reveal itself there.

Axel waited. He had learned long ago that Finley preferred silence before confrontation.

Then,

Slowly, the lines on Finley’s forehead eased. He cleared his throat. "Have you caught the Assassin?"

Axel blinked, genuinely surprised. He had expected a different question.

’How did it happen? Who was with her?’

Not this, ’Have you caught the Assassin?’

"Yes," Axel replied evenly. "The one who carried it out. But not the mastermind. My people are still tracking them."

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